08-23-2009, 02:16 PM
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The white she-wolf beamed back at Gotham, registering the contentment he attributed to his indisputable victory. It pleased the female Crimson Dreamer that she had the ability to keep the pup entertained, without offering him any reasons to suspect her. It was this last thought that convinced her, if she needed anymore convincing, that she couldn't let the youngster win again, lest he'd surmise the truth behind his triumph and rightfully decide that Urma wasn't enough of a rival for him. To keep things from getting too boring for the little one, the alabaster female also decided that she'd allow herself to be found easily, once Gotham's turn to be seeker and consequently her time to hide arrived. His momentary happiness would not last long in the absence of any proof that his ensuing winning streak wasn't planned, and that was a scenario she wanted to avoid.
Urma lay down in front of the chosen rock and buried her head between her paws once more. Just as before, she slowly counted up to 20, allowing the Crimson Dreams pup enough time to find a new hiding place. She supposed he would try harder this time, but she was also certain that her nose would pick up his scent in the end. And if by any chance he would somehow manage to avoid being caught again, at least she wouldn't be faking this time. As she reached the end of her counting process, she sniffed the air around her, trying to get an idea as to where Gotham might be hiding. As soon as she was done, she stood up on all fours and dutifully began scrutinizing the area with both her eyes and her nose. The scent led her in the direction she had previously been looking through, and she searched her memory of it for any place that might have looked an ideal spot for Gotham. She steadily made her way in that direction, careful not to overlook any suitable places as she passed, and checking over her shoulder every once in a while in case her nose had led her wrongly along this path. As she neared the trees, she remembered spotting a hidden nook in the trunk of an older one and sniffed her way in that direction. By now, the small pack member's familiar scent filled her nostrils, and she couldn't suppress a grin of personal satisfaction.
She slowed down and sniffed around apprehensively, not wanting to let the pup know she was completely certain where he was. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted his blue eyes and, getting the feeling he must be very cramped in there, decided to let him wait no longer. She took a detour around the tree he was hiding in, but quick enough so as to not allow him to make a run for home base. Emerging on the other side, she poked her head in Gotham's tiny hiding place and said, "Boo." Smiling widely, she ran back towards the spot with the rock and plopped herself down victoriously, waiting for the pup to emerge. She kept a big grin on her muzzle, trying to show her companion that she was also having fun, but also avoiding looking smug about her achievement. "I guess it's your turn, huh? I'm sure you make a great seeker too, though!" she called.
The white she-wolf beamed back at Gotham, registering the contentment he attributed to his indisputable victory. It pleased the female Crimson Dreamer that she had the ability to keep the pup entertained, without offering him any reasons to suspect her. It was this last thought that convinced her, if she needed anymore convincing, that she couldn't let the youngster win again, lest he'd surmise the truth behind his triumph and rightfully decide that Urma wasn't enough of a rival for him. To keep things from getting too boring for the little one, the alabaster female also decided that she'd allow herself to be found easily, once Gotham's turn to be seeker and consequently her time to hide arrived. His momentary happiness would not last long in the absence of any proof that his ensuing winning streak wasn't planned, and that was a scenario she wanted to avoid.
Urma lay down in front of the chosen rock and buried her head between her paws once more. Just as before, she slowly counted up to 20, allowing the Crimson Dreams pup enough time to find a new hiding place. She supposed he would try harder this time, but she was also certain that her nose would pick up his scent in the end. And if by any chance he would somehow manage to avoid being caught again, at least she wouldn't be faking this time. As she reached the end of her counting process, she sniffed the air around her, trying to get an idea as to where Gotham might be hiding. As soon as she was done, she stood up on all fours and dutifully began scrutinizing the area with both her eyes and her nose. The scent led her in the direction she had previously been looking through, and she searched her memory of it for any place that might have looked an ideal spot for Gotham. She steadily made her way in that direction, careful not to overlook any suitable places as she passed, and checking over her shoulder every once in a while in case her nose had led her wrongly along this path. As she neared the trees, she remembered spotting a hidden nook in the trunk of an older one and sniffed her way in that direction. By now, the small pack member's familiar scent filled her nostrils, and she couldn't suppress a grin of personal satisfaction.
She slowed down and sniffed around apprehensively, not wanting to let the pup know she was completely certain where he was. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted his blue eyes and, getting the feeling he must be very cramped in there, decided to let him wait no longer. She took a detour around the tree he was hiding in, but quick enough so as to not allow him to make a run for home base. Emerging on the other side, she poked her head in Gotham's tiny hiding place and said, "Boo." Smiling widely, she ran back towards the spot with the rock and plopped herself down victoriously, waiting for the pup to emerge. She kept a big grin on her muzzle, trying to show her companion that she was also having fun, but also avoiding looking smug about her achievement. "I guess it's your turn, huh? I'm sure you make a great seeker too, though!" she called.
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